through the unrelenting minefield,
in an instant;
I deliver a small blue thumbs-up.
pours hot black oil into the fire;
multiply left and right, up and down.
I tear my eyes
away—I wrestle with
my inner narcissist,
my confrontational warrior—sighing,
My thumb brushes over
the nearly-imperceptible indent and—
I am granted exit, no, release, from Facebook: